Going Down Memory Lane

Starting Over

Chapter 6

DANIEL'S P.O.V.

Addison's been gone all day again. I think see went to the police station to interrogate Marcus and Nick. But since I had to stay here all day I've been bored out of my mind. Oh the joys of being under house arrest!

I've been staring at the TV screen for about half the day, but never being able to focus on the show. Then the other half the day I have been walking around the house cleaning and recleaning all over again, and no matter what I am doing my mind is always on the case. Is Marcus telling the truth? Can Nick really be Maria's killer? Questions like that have been popping in my head all day. I can't wait tell Addison is home.

I decide to make her dinner again but the dinner is much simplier because it's already 4PM and I don't have time to go overboard. I grill some chicken, cook some white rice, and make a somewhat lame salad. Once done grilling the chicken I cut it up and mix it with the white rice, and as a finishing touch I pour teriyaki sauce over the chicken and rice.

When I finally have everything set on the table, I hear the now fimiliar sound of Addison unlocking the front door.

Addison walks through the front door and doesn't pause at the smell of food. When I look at her, her green eyes seem troubled and sad, while her soft pale pink lips are pressed into a firm line. Then she notices me and quickly forces a smile but her eyes are still troubled and sad.

She slips her heels off and sets her purse on the counter near the door and takes a seat at the table. I sit down and study Addison as she's getting ready to start a conversation, but she immediately shuts her mouth when she shes my blue eyes studying her. She shyly looks away from me and goes to speak again, this time I stop her.

"What happened today?" I ask curiously, knowing that it has something to do with Nick or Marcus.

Addison looks back at me and softly states, "It wasn't Nick."

Millions of questions shoot through my head and I know we are back to where we started. We have no suspect, besides me.

Coming to a decision, I ask "Did you find anything new?"

Silence is between us as Addison thinks of a way to not make it sound as bad as it truely is. The silence continues until she blurts out, "I think Marcus did it."

My gaze shoots up to her eyes and I know shes being completely truthful. But who cares if she's being truthful, it's not going to help! My annoying subconscious buts in and has me thinking negatively. 

"Do you have any proof?"

She looks away from me again and I know she doesn't have anything. "All I need is his fingerprints. "

While sighing I run my hands through my hair. Why are we getting nowhere with this?

"But how are you going to get them?" Instead of getting angry and unsupportive I ask of her plan seeing if I can help twik it in anyway.

This time Addison sighs and she mumbles, "I don't know . . . I don't know, Daniel." I look at Addison and I see a single tear run down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away. I instantly feel guilty for ever being mad at her, she's working really hard, without her I would be sitting in jail cell having prison food.

Be grateful for that.

And that I am, I am grateful.

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